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Details | I do not know? | |

In The Moment




Sitting by his bed
Labored breathing
Time is short 
Holding his hand
A prayer – for him, for me
Be strong and courageous
Eyes blink open for a moment
Then nothing – gone
Tears flow 
Skin relaxes
Death pallor forms
Alone in the moment
Alone

Cell Phone rings
My daughter in a panic
Fear spikes my heart
Dad – there are ants in the bathroom
Relief – exhaling
Death in the moment
But also Life
Life

Goodbye dear friend
Our time over
Your precious love and wisdom 
I take 
To guide my moments
My moments 

To love
To forgive
To encourage
To live
Each day
Each person
In every situation
Compassionately
Boldly
Completely
In every moment

In
Every 
Moment





David Meade
12/28/2014

Live Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Passing of a Matriarch

The smell of cinnamon apple pie lingers in my mind my mouth still waters from her delicious homemade fudge I can hear faint giggles from the time we slid down the laundry chute those goodbye hugs I could never get enough of my heart cant help but cry so many happy memories entrenched inside my mind your spirit will live in me forever until the end of my time
**Dedicated to Grandma Gwendolyn Smith who passed on Friday at the age of 103**

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help






Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Waiting in the rain

I remember how you looked that day
The morning, you went away
I remember everything you said
I could not speak just softly breath away

Upon the shore, about to leave
There were just too many voices in my head
It was the first day of a morning spring
A cold chill the moment on that day

I stood and watched you with a smile
I never saw you without a thing to say
As we stand today close for a while
Your warm body comforts me so today

I know in a cool springtime rain
I think of you, once more again
I’ll never know why, I could not say
Just how hard it was for me that day

The words are now frozen on my lips
As I stood on the dock alone that day
And I watched as you slowly drifted away
Watching from a veil’s hidden rips

The chill of the cold won’t lose its grip
And hangs from my neck like a chain
To think of you just once more again
And how warm you felt in the cold dark rain

I don’t think I will ever know
And how fast the time did go
I will always feel deep in my heart
We were just never meant to part

Soul mates never go, so here I am again
As I await in the cold spring morning rain
Knowing you will be back with me again
As I leave my cold body in the rain

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

- The Soul Knows -




The earth is dressed in a white robe - snow graffiti on the wall
Deliciously frozen thoughts melting away into another Kingdom 

Our words served in gold of passion and sweetly kiss
Colour shines transparent 

As the soft feeling of heated drops
tumble down the cheeks saving grace 

The tears will fall on fertile soil, quietly the water decreases 
There are no limitations so make your heart strong not weak

Fight your worries and sorrows - taste the love
Reflections kissing warmly each memory stored precious 

Tasting salt upon lips 
Because dearest lily of the deep lake 

When a soul knows the unknown pathway leads upwards
We all have a special place in this world no one else can fill or walk alongside 

Listen to the sound of angels playing harps from above
Smell the roses and breathe in the fresh clean air

True love from the heart of a flower never dies, 
always giving goosebumps a new meaning







A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
08.07.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

Zodiac Zombie

She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,

Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,

When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,

Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

My Fair Maiden

I called upon yonder window That was up to high for me to be For my maiden gracefully sleeps there In her bed,beside the sea I asked her to come hither For her beautiful face I yearned to see Twas yawning in the morning dew As she slowly came to the window for me To my amazement came forth a ragged wench Whos hair was as raged as the sea With eyes that were burnt as nightposts To bloodshot and squinty to even see For this was not my fair maiden? Whos beauty would forever be But a drunken harlot who came hither That she spent the night with instead of me My heart now broken to pieces Wondering how could this tragedy be? For my maiden now sleeps with a harlot? Without the love that she once gave to me? My mind was now enraged So I dashed for the wrestling sea With thoughts of drowning this useless body That's no longer good enough for my maiden to see With water just over waist height And a large wave about to crash over me I heard a calling from yonder window Twas my beautiful maiden as I turned to see Her beautiful eyes in such distress Her beautiful hair flowing so care free Twas the beauty of my fair maiden That I had called upon yonder window to see For the thoughts that raced through my mind Evidently,weren't truely what happend to be For it was her promiscuous sister Who had come from the other side of the sea My heart now rebuilt with a sigh of love A large wave suddenly crashes over me The last thing I saw was my fair maiden As my lifeless body is carried out by the sea
DannyBoy:1-24-13

Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2013

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Our Hearts Are Broken Too

(In memory of those lost in Newtown, CT) We may not know the answers to all the questions asked We cannot control how great the pain or how long it will last. Nothing we can do will erase the pain you bear But we cannot remain silent as if we didn’t care. The blood of precious children was shed this very day And grieving families wonder when this pain will go away. We know time will heal a multitude of wounds But we also can be very sure it won’t be very soon. Evil came to visit here and we all wonder why The souls of friends and children were made to say good-bye What happened here today we may not ever know And haunting thoughts of loved ones will follow where we go. You may be called to travel a higher road than we But you cannot travel faster than our prayers that follow thee. We know that we can never bear the grief that you go through Just remember we are here – Our hearts are broken too. Written by John Posey 12/16/12

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.



Internal rhyme
Imagery
Assonance
Alliteraton
Repetition
Synesthesia

Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum | |

Among The Stars

I see your sparkling eyes among the stars
Your voice calls out to me upon the breeze
Although it seems that it has been many years
I can remember like it was yesterday

Your voice calls out to me upon the breeze
A melody that somehow pricks my heart
I can remember it like it was yesterday
All those moments will not be lost in time

A melody that somehow pricks my heart
You were my joy I held you to my breast
All those moments will not be lost in time
Now you reside in the place where angels sing

You were a joy I held you to my breast
I watched you grow from a boy to a man
Now you reside in the place where angels sing
This world could not hold one as special as you

I watched you grow from a boy to a man
Although it seems it has been many years
This world could not hold one as special as you
I see your sparkling eyes among the stars



I have a friend who recently lost her son and I am
writing this poem from a female perspective.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

SHADOWLANDS

                    “Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed – 
                        come to me when I too am on my death bed.”

                       “Allowed!' she said. “Heaven would have a job to hold me;
                        and as for Hell, I'd break it into bits.” 



                         Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force 
                         this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back
                         -- to be sucked back -- into it?

                                                     ~ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed


                                  __________________________________



The division should be acute, 
the before her, the with her, 

                        the after her.

There is this constant 
rattling of doors, though they remain 
locked, in theory. I think of her 
as gone until I turn a page, 
read a passage of pompous 
dialogue and she returns,
My Joie de Vivre, 
entertaining me with that puckish 

play, unabashed.
She smiles in the dusk with crusading 
colours that bend dark horizons, 
changing clouds, unexpectedly. 

What was I before Joy? 

Content, pleasant, productive.                    
But was I alive, aware of life, 
its blissful rhythms? 
Irony defined: 
the heart which awakened stone 

                           no longer beats. 

Finally, I understand. 
Lessons are sharp things 
which infect both fresh 
and aging amputations. 
What do I do with this knowledge?
It is like learning a language 

that is no longer spoken, 
a long monologue 
unbearably forlorn, painful. 
Faith dismisses hauntings, 
yet she does so in daily degrees. 
O, the sweet ghosts that peer 

from those notes, 
my name underscored in margins. 
Why is there only one glove 
in the sewing box? 
Agony hunts me 
in the garden. Perfume almost, 
but not quite a match.  

Some rooms have snares. 
I dare not open a kitchen drawer. 
Pain waits there.
The specter of my former self, 
a staunch gent, so sure 

                            of Heaven's role, 

that cold bloke follows me 
into the shadows, 
land of man’s rage 
and despair.  There is no pretty 
death, no words can comfort 
the ravaged left behind, 
There is no poetry 
in our departing.

I only pray 
there is Godspeed in mine. 






Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Sister -- a poem in 2 parts

            I.

End-Cut Prime Rib of Beef,  
Crab-cake, Lobster Tail,
Sea Scallops.

I feel — no — need to, 
eat those foods 
you asked I get you. 

So I scour the internet 
for upscale Manhattan 
restaurant menus, listing, 
first and foremost,
roast prime rib of beef, 

confident, if I find that, 
the seafood items 
will appear on at least one 
of them, also. 

It’s the Post House,
on East 63rd Street,
that has everything.
And, on this day, 
the 1st anniversary
of your death, 

I’m eating the foods 
you craved, yet, I do not 
savor a morsel. But 
not to worry, Renee, 

for next year, same
date, I’ll try again, and 
maybe, just maybe, 
I’ll find it easier to enjoy 
what you surely would have, 

if only I’d realized there was 
no time left. No time left, 
as I held your hand and 
watched American Idol.

while you morphed into what-
ever it is one becomes 
at death. 


              II.

I muse if Robert Frost
had taken the other road, 
would he have moved to
England, where 
his poetry was a hit
from the get-go; 

would he have remained, 
the constant farmer, or 
teacher, or journalist
he been, rather than 

the bard who'd crafted 
the simplest words 
into mysterious, 
memorable poems; 

and the father who
couldn’t prevent 
his children’s deaths; 

not the husband 
who couldn’t keep
his wife from sinking 
deep into depression.

Renee, every day, since
your death, I think about 
what I could’ve done 
and should not have done 
as your sister, your twin. 

How I’d sat on my laurels 
and let you navigate 
on your own, with me 
never wholeheartedly
trying to steer away
from conflict with you. 

Me, who found it too hard
staying involved in that life 
of yours. Truth be told, 
if I'd seen two diverging roads 
to choose from, way back when 

— neither the worse for wear, 
I would’ve sought you out — 
asked you which one you’d take 
if you were me, and surely 
I’d have taken the other.









Copyright © Ruth Sabath Rosenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Like The Sun

Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced  my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass  a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set, 
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea 
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

One picture at a time

A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried 

The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly

Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes

But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time

Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown 
Every step feeling more like a mile

I've grieved so long 
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song

Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind

How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door? 

Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned? 

This ode to a man 
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart

Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?

Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement 
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate

Of ill trusted hopes 
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away

On this the 2nd anniversary...
            Of your passing away



In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani 
(My Beloved)


Copyright © Sarai Romani | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epigram | |

SNOWFLAKES

SNOWFLAKES


Snowflakes:
Tears of angels
Crystallized by the
Agony of human
Pain!



©Demetrios Trifiatis
   20 February 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Dead Spiders Weave

“It’s a terrible love 
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy

Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…

The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall

So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light

It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless! 
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…

Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
 
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers

Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me

Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

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Where The Bluebirds Sing



Oh my heart, my heart, my heart I hold in my hand,
And I bring it to you, my love, on this rainy day I come;
Where the wind takes my hair and I walk among the rows, 

        The quiet rows of headstones.
          Our destiny was decided above, 
             There was no time for us written.

Our love but a moment in time and then our dreams died.

         We thought we had forever,
            Tears is all I have to give you;
               And my heart, my heart is yours.

And if I fall along the way in this life, will you take my hand?

         Will you carry me along? 
             I know you dwell above,
                Where the bluebirds sing.

And if I fall along the way will you take my hand and carry me?

          We thought we had forever. . . 

                                Oh, why does love have to die!

_________________________
June 16, 2015


Verse unrhymed

Submitted in the contest, Any Old Poem #10, sponsor,  Skat

Fifth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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The morning after

My heart is bleeding
My soul is pleading
For the love that I once knew.
My mind is wondering
My thoughts are crumbling
Remembering how we grew and grew
My love for you will not go
My spirit feels so low
I try to remember the good 
But I will never have understood
How this ended so quickly 
I was out of your life so briskly
I just thought we would never part
and now I have a broken heart

Copyright © Andy Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Scar Tissue

The bed offers cold where you used to lie a chill that lingers  when dawn paints the sky. Your abandoned chair across from mine is a constant reproach  and an unwelcome sign  of a love that died.  On outings with friends  I feel their pity though I wear my best mask  and try to be witty. The places I visit  are different and yet something always reminds me won’t let me forget the love that died. Time has its way with all wounds I've discovered granting healing to some  letting Death cure the others. And with every new wound  the scar tissue spreads, fibrous and nerveless, ‘til sensation is dead. And it’s hard to say if I fear this or not maybe this ether is what I have sought all along.

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

All the Dead Bodies

What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have murdered my heart
And left me a wreck
With no hopes and dreams
No self esteem
No will to fight
Or get through the night…

What? What do I do with all the dead bodies
Strewn along the pathways of my mind
People who are dead to my heart
Those whom I want to forget
Who fed me the bile of regret
What do I do?

What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have deadened my love
And left my heart frozen, numb
Left me alone to scream
Thirsty by love's stream
Longing to die
Without knowing why
They could be so cruel
To break my heart’s every rule
What shall I do?

I will bury them….
In some forgotten well
As I live out my hell
Of the memories they’ve left behind
To this heart they were not kind
I will bury them…
Once and for all
There is no resurrection call
For the dead bodies of my heart…

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Love is Hard to Find

Love surrounds us…though people take it for granite
Oh, but we’re unaware of it! We’re ignorant of it at times of tribulation
Vibrant, vermillion roses float in the swaying wind, like feathers, passing me by with a smile and a friendly wave
Everyone is embracing hate instead of love, embracing havoc instead of peace – WHERE IS THE LOVE? 

I am longing to feel like I belong! The church bells repeats its penitent bells 
Saddened by the fact that I’m trapped in my comfort zone of callous night…I want to be unchained from this solitary cave…but no angels tread the road that I’m currently on unfortunately

Hate rips my heart apart and throws it in the heartless fire…love is invisible like a caved in treasure
Ashamed because I always wanted to find avarice-devouring love, restoring joy to my absent-of-vanity verse
Rain descends like the sunset as my spirit ascends like the sunrise above the disconsolate clouds
Drenched in heartfelt relief…of experiencing love on another level – I’ll bring back to life my faith towards You once more

Tattered by heart’s wistful thumping…replace my heart with beauty’s caress and harmony, for I’m desperately in need of a savior
Owned by hatred, the monster that appears in my nightmares, the vile leader of rancorous wolves…

Fly away from the darkness that made you drink in desolation and devastation
Isolated by bliss and joy – overflowing with lamentation 
Never able to find a mixture of serenity and exaltation…maybe I’ll find it in the forest’s quietude
Destined to unlock my heart’s desire…however, love is hard to find, for I’m a hopeless, romantic boy, foolish in love and frankly…blind!

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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Why, Why and Why

I am so lost my love Weeping again and again I dream you could come back to me 'Cause I am sinking without you It is not my time to fly up I have living to do We had a whole life planned Now, oh I am missing you Every single moment Why, why and why Did this have to be Why, why and why Sad, sad my soul I am adrift my love A ship drifting without you We only had a few years Beautiful and so lovely So lovely Why, why and why Did God take you Why, why and why Did this have to be We had things to do Strolling on paths hand in hand In forests lush and green Watching sunsets at the beach Let me say it once more, why Forever I will wonder Why, why and why We should be growing old together ____________________________ May 8 , 2016 Lyric Inspired by "Descending" melody, by the Black Crowes For the contest, Lyrics II- The Black Crowes sponsor, Rob Carmack Ninth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

AS Close As Love

                                            As Close AS Love                                                                                   I have listened for the footsteps of the creator                                                                                 To reverberate in the depths of my soul                                                                                         And in the open passages of my heart                                                                                          I have listened for familiar voices                                                                                                   Whispering in the moon light                                                                                                      Dimensions and perceptions I have so longed for                                                                     Are as close as love                                                                                                                         And the mystery of love knows no limits For I to  am a seeker                                                  Moving through this world                                                                                                               Of shadow and light

Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Hold my gaze in a drop of dew

There is nothing left of life
 that death cannot resolve,
 times velocity spins on stolen lips
 and minute pieces of adamantine
 pierce the edge of soles
 worn with pain 

---- 

Right here,
 Where night and dawn merge
 the membrane strains
 cleaving, as shade blackens blue
 for mere milli seconds

Standing in the hollows of night
 still, watching forever shimmering
 in the shadowed corner of my eye,
 I, me, always a curious creature
 swallow bricks and mortar
 tasting truth 

In my head an orchestra plays
 the symphonies composed of my life
 strings wring my heart with melodies
 wrought in pain and self-loathing
 shame and eventual surrender
 to the beat 

But,
 in the beauty of renewal
 in the peace of your reflections
 I've wondered at the universe
 memorizing the mysteries unsolved
 ever tantalized neurons smashed
 awakening ever and over again 

Sleep has been a foreign land
 settled by the fortunate
 longed for by the tortured
 spirits of my mind 

Yet in these dark magnificent galaxies
 when snores softly sigh in peace
 or monsters haunt your dreams,
 I have watched millennia of mourning
 shatter the promise of darkness evermore,
 I wondered as sunshine held a drop of dew
 and as light of hope captured the ghosts of night
 banishing them forevermore, or until nights edge 

I am a watcher and a teller of tales
 Singer of forbidden songs and tragedy,
 downtrodden, I rose to fight again and again
 with a schizophrenic mind harnessed
 within the beauty of a single star
 and the promise of humanity
 in the kindness of a strangers touch 

Now at the end of all journeys
 my final battle lays in that
 which I know not, shackled
 that foreign land whisks me away
 again and again, dreams cease
 as moisture rolls from my brow 

---

Slowly, slowly, slowly
 winding down into nothingness
 Gently, gently, gently
 I will lay down your cries of grief 

My words aren’t never-ending
 my breath will someday cease
 Yet true beauty and wonder lies
 in the wondrous infinity of peace

just look into these eyes overflowing with pain
 know !! there will be an end, even that shall ease ...

Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2015

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Blistered

This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

12 Roses

A man goes to a funeral of a woman he loves.  This man goes to the funeral with 12 roses in his hands.  At the end of the service while people were lining up to pay their last respects to the woman.  The man gets in the back of the line.  When the man gets up to the casket he talks to the preacher who did the service for a moment.  The preacher motions toward the roses intending to put them in a vase to give to the family later.  The man recoils a little at this, and tells the preacher he brought the roses for a purpose.  He asks the preacher to give him a moment before taking the flowers.  The preacher steps back and the man approaches the casket.  One by one he lays the roses on top of the casket, but with each rose he gives a little sentiment.

One for your friendship it shall never be forgotten
One for the joy and happiness you have brought to my life
One for letting me know I always had someone to turn to
One for being a point of light in my darkest times
One for not laughing at me when all others would
One for always being my friend even at our worst
One for inviting me to your wedding and other family functions
One for just being a part of your life
One for always forgiving my shortcomings
One for laughing at all my jokes even if they weren’t all that funny
and finally One for my love that shall forever go unspoken

After the last line the man falls to his knees and begins to cry.  The preacher hearing all this realized the great love this man had for the woman, and the pain he must feel that she never knew.  Bowed his head and also began to cry

Copyright © Tony Anderson | Year Posted 2016